When I was young I wanted to be a paleontologist and dig up dinosaur bones (fossils). I couldn't yet pronounce my 's' as of yet, but I loved laying in the driveway with a cheap little plastic paintbrush and a screwdriver and brush and poke at a special "fothil" (fossil).
Jessa and I met at her church while on a mini vacation in Northwest Arkansas. Jesse's family was really friendly and invited us to a conference just a few days later, offering to help us out, ride with them, or whatever. "We can even help watch your kids!" Jessa's sisters exclaimed, when they heard my Dad wouldn't be able to come and subsequently my Mom's doubts about bringing all of my siblings by herself. Jessa and I only exchanged a few words our first meeting. "Is that an iPhone?" said I. "Yeah, but it's a really old one." she said. I didn't want to say too much and make a fool of myself or look like I was wild about her (though I was on the inside).